Cat And Mouse: Shadorma


Let’s not add
Views about gender
To the mix
Are so complex already
And besides we’re drunk

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on October 19, 2019, in Poetry, Shadorma and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 7 Comments.

  1. Hick!!!, speak for yourself 🤐

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  2. what does she mean
    calling you more
    or less a man? 🙂

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  3. Smiles. Something about that tingly feeling. Knows no gender.

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    • Sometimes on reflection one concludes that that was the best bit!


      If love to living lends the flavour
      You would be tasteless not to share
      This cup where two as one may savour
      The mystery beyond compare

      The seasoned year time’s greed devours
      As sweet with bitter intertwines
      But love works sorcery with the hours
      Like the fermenting of rare wines

      Yet love’s no splendour quite so splendid
      Nor seems to promise quite so much
      As when its flavour hangs suspended
      Between a suspicion and a touch

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